Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am but using them for my own entertainment.
Authors Note: Sorry it took so long. School got in the way ^^;;;
"But he may not come out of his coma..."
As the day wore on that one phrase kept repeating itself in Aya's mind. How could that be possible? How could such a thing happen? Why of all people did it have to happen to Omi? He didn't deserve anything like this to happen. He was always so caring. Why couldn't have been him instead?
A heavy sigh escaped from Aya's lips as the sun sank in the horizon. He didn't know what to do. Or even if there was anything he actually could do. He was helpless in this, and he didn't like that at all.
"Beautiful isn't it?" a female voice came from behind him. Without even turning to make sure Aya knew instinctively who it was.
"I guess..." he said flatly.
"You're always so apathetic Aya," Mags commented as she came to his side, staring off into the horizon.
"Yeah, so?"
"Apathy won't help bring him back."
Aya would have retaliated, but he didn't know how. He hadn't expected her to say such a thing. He hadn't thought she'd have known, but maybe... just maybe she didn't.
"What are you getting at Mags?" he asked, risking a chance in hopes she didn't know.
"I know you care about him Aya. I can see it in your eyes. There's no use trying to hide it anymore. Its not a horrible thing... to care for him that is. He cares about you too."
Aya having went into his normal half dazed mode when anyone talked to him about himself, looked over at the slim red head, not quite sure whether he heard right. In fact he was quite certain he didn't. After all how could anyone care about him? He never cared about anyone but his sister so why would someone care about him? It just wasn't possible.
"He cares about you Aya," Mags repeated. "And right now he needs you. The doctor's help isn't going to bring him back. Only you can do that?"
"Me? What could I possibly do?" Aya asked not really believing this was actually happening. Maybe he was just dreaming after all.
"You're the one he needs Aya. You're the one who can bring him back to life."
Without another word Mags reached out and squeezed his shoulder before disappearing into the shadows. Leaving Aya to his troubled thoughts. After all, how could he? The person who never showed anything more then hate or indifference towards anything help Omi? What could be possibly do? He was merely one person who's heart had finally caught sight of someone. He just didn't know what to do.
"Gomen nasai Omi..." he whispered as the moon began to arise, and the stars began to come out of hiding. "I just don't know how to help you."
Authors Note: Sorry it took so long. School got in the way ^^;;;
"But he may not come out of his coma..."
As the day wore on that one phrase kept repeating itself in Aya's mind. How could that be possible? How could such a thing happen? Why of all people did it have to happen to Omi? He didn't deserve anything like this to happen. He was always so caring. Why couldn't have been him instead?
A heavy sigh escaped from Aya's lips as the sun sank in the horizon. He didn't know what to do. Or even if there was anything he actually could do. He was helpless in this, and he didn't like that at all.
"Beautiful isn't it?" a female voice came from behind him. Without even turning to make sure Aya knew instinctively who it was.
"I guess..." he said flatly.
"You're always so apathetic Aya," Mags commented as she came to his side, staring off into the horizon.
"Yeah, so?"
"Apathy won't help bring him back."
Aya would have retaliated, but he didn't know how. He hadn't expected her to say such a thing. He hadn't thought she'd have known, but maybe... just maybe she didn't.
"What are you getting at Mags?" he asked, risking a chance in hopes she didn't know.
"I know you care about him Aya. I can see it in your eyes. There's no use trying to hide it anymore. Its not a horrible thing... to care for him that is. He cares about you too."
Aya having went into his normal half dazed mode when anyone talked to him about himself, looked over at the slim red head, not quite sure whether he heard right. In fact he was quite certain he didn't. After all how could anyone care about him? He never cared about anyone but his sister so why would someone care about him? It just wasn't possible.
"He cares about you Aya," Mags repeated. "And right now he needs you. The doctor's help isn't going to bring him back. Only you can do that?"
"Me? What could I possibly do?" Aya asked not really believing this was actually happening. Maybe he was just dreaming after all.
"You're the one he needs Aya. You're the one who can bring him back to life."
Without another word Mags reached out and squeezed his shoulder before disappearing into the shadows. Leaving Aya to his troubled thoughts. After all, how could he? The person who never showed anything more then hate or indifference towards anything help Omi? What could be possibly do? He was merely one person who's heart had finally caught sight of someone. He just didn't know what to do.
"Gomen nasai Omi..." he whispered as the moon began to arise, and the stars began to come out of hiding. "I just don't know how to help you."
